Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Japan,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Lyres,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.